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You came to me when I was broken.
You made me better, or so I believed.
I could walk with my head up again.
But only with you next to me.
I could go out and live again.
But only with you next to me.
I could breathe and think again.
But only with you controlling every breath
and intruding in every thought.

I was healed.
But I wasn't.
Instead you made the wound harsher.
Pouring salt and kissing clean.
My enemy, my saviour.

You protected me.
With your hands around my neck.
You kept me safe
With my hand pinned to my side.
You whispered soft words into my ear
When I screamed in pain.
You made me. I was yours.
I belonged to you.

Weaker and weaker.
Vulnerable.
Scared and confused.
You broke me.

You broke me.